wisps of hair float across your face
as you uproot a strand of prairie grass
and clasp your hands 'round it, bring it to your lips, and blow

In a wild meadow
I stand with you
in cutoff levis patches on the knees
cottonmouth and butterflies in my yellowbelly

Long after the cotton gin.
Still remains,
a thicket 'round your soul

a place a place
a place to hold space

one day i might just stumble upon
this elusive..
mapped in my brain since youth
an all-consuming sweet tooth

a place a place
a place to leave no trace

fragmented and fuzzy, like the first blinks of the morning
some particular details carved out of this elusive..
some vague idea bordering these particular details

a place a place
a place to call home base

this single earthly pulse
is lemon-slice palatable.
palms to earth, pulse to pulse.
the table is set and now we dine.

on the horizon
paled hair, long and flowing and silvery in the winter sun
it sways in rhythm with your stride
your eyes a clouded blue, yet piercing and bright
brows thick and straight
ears pink from the cold, jut out from either side of your face
freckles kiss your forehead, your wind-chapped cheeks, nose, and chest
a strong and elegant body
hands, large calloused and worn reveal you are a child of the earth
your jaw cuts a sharp line as your head turns to meet mine
you smell of fallen leaves, of pine forests, campfire, and morning dew.
your red flannel is worn thin
in the spot where I find peace
once again.

at the core of my being is a beast
so selfish
it is unspeakable
yet so human
it goes without words


*oh to be loved.

imagine a single knot.
every direction you move, with each shift, you feel the pull.  
sometimes sharp direct
sometimes a dull slow ache
it travels, coursing pain through your entire body
sensory overloaded brain
can' escape the pain
when will it stop.
cease fire